Vignettes

We have quite an affinity for things here at The Saint.
Shiny things.
Pretty things.
Even some ugly, creepy things.
(You’re shocked, aren’t you?)
If they strike me as deserving, I’ll break out the oils.
  I do wish to clarify, however, that these are not “still lifes”.
That term conjures up images of bowls of fruit and flora that,
if I may be wholly honest, make my skin crawl.*
These are vignettes.
Brief moments in larger narratives.
What are those narratives?
I’ll leave that up to you. 

* It is not my intention to impugn the work of other artists.**
If you find pleasure in images of unassembled salads, I say, in the words of my father,
“Knock yourself out, kid.”
You’re the artist, paint what you desire,
irrespective of the heebie-jeebies that it causes in me.

  ** Thomas Kinkade is the standing exception.